Well, dear readers, I had what I hope was a very productive writing day yesterday. Over the course of the day and evening, not only did I futz and finesse and add a couple of new pages to the first couple of chapters, I then managed to write about sixteen pages beyond that and I actually pretty much made up for the one light writing day I had, which, at eight pages, wasn’t really all that light when you think about it. I took several breaks during all of that writing, which I needed.
I was up at eleven after seven hours of sleep. I got coherent after about thirty minutes and then futzed and finessed for quite some time, as that involved a little research. I wrote a couple of new pages, too. Then I thought about food, and ultimately didn’t want to spend a lot of dough at a restaurant, so I moseyed on over to In N Out, which was shockingly not busy at all. I got two cheeseburgers, total cost six dollars and change. I was In N Out of there in six minutes, a record.
I came home and ate the two cheeseburgers, which were of high and tasty quality, then I wrote about four more pages. I took a break, listened to music, got some ideas, and wrote another two or three pages. At some point, I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I watched a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitles The Bone Collector, a film I managed to miss when it came out in 1999. It had its moments for the first half – mostly thanks to Denzel Washington, who is always fun to watch. He plays a paraplegic forensics expert who uses policewoman Angelina Jolie as his eyes on the crime scenes of a serial killer on the loose. Philip Noyce is a decent director and I enjoyed Queen Latifah as Washington’s nurse/aide, even thought that character is a male in Jeffrey Deaver’s novel. But then, the screenwriters took other liberties and from the mid-point on the film dissolves into a puddle of awfulness, especially the reveal of the killer. It’s not much of a shock or surprise since we’ve met the character for about one minute in the first ten minutes of the movie. I had to actually think about who it was and why I should be surprised. The final scene between killer and Washington is beyond ludicrous and the silly red herrings along the way are equally ludicrous. The score by Craig Armstrong was Silence of the Lambs-lite. I have the book somewhere, I’m sure, and may have even read it back when it came out.
After that, I had a bit of ice cream for a treat, and then I really buckled down, Winsocki and wrote five or six more pages, which took up most of the rest of the evening. I got at least one little bit of news that could make the sour less sour but not quite sweet, but I’m hoping for more sweet today – that would be wonderful so send them most excellent vibes and xylophones for the sour to be replaced by the sweet. I took a hot shower, then wrote a few more pages after that, for the seventeen-page total. Then I just listened to some pastoral English music and that was that.
Today, I’ll be up by nine-thirty at the latest, and then I’ll futz and finesse, after which I’ll print out all the pages I’ve done thus far. I’ll take those to Staples and get them Xeroxed, then I’ll drop them off at Muse Margaret’s. I’m hoping she’ll like them. After that, I may actually eat because the meeting I have isn’t when I thought it was, it’s an hour later, at two. If I were to eat after that, I’d be in a slight rush to eat and then get cleaned up for the Kritzerland rehearsal. So, it may be an early meal for me, perhaps something brought in here or perhaps something at Jerry’s Deli. We shall see. After the meeting, I’ll get cleaned up and then we have our first Kritzerland rehearsal, which is going to go until about nine o’clock, as we have eleven young people and a lot of material to go through. After that, I will be writing and hopefully I’ll have heard from Muse Margaret by then. I’ll also try to write a few pages before the meeting and certainly a few afterwards. I’m thankfully in mid-sequence and know exactly where that’s going and it happily leads to the end of a chapter and I already know how the following chapter starts.
Tomorrow will be an all-writing day, with various breaks, and Wednesday will be the same. Thursday is our second Kritzerland rehearsal, Friday is writing and making sure I’m happy with the commentary (which I actually finished by staying up until four in the morning two nights ago, and Saturday is our stumble-through and then going for a nice meal somewhere nice.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up early, futz and finesse, print out pages, Xerox pages, deliver pages, eat something, write some new pages, hopefully get a call from Muse Margaret, have a brief meeting, hopefully pick up packages and get some sweet, and then have our first Kritzerland rehearsal, followed by writing. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films of that fine actor, Denzel Washington? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping we can banish the rest of the sour with a whole lot of sweet.